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Sunday, August 1, 2010

To All Het Male Vampires: What is created when you take the SEXISM out of SEX?

image of Nosferatu the Vampyre (1979), and his female victim, is from here

QUESTION TO HET MEN who may be VAMPIRES:

WHAT IS CREATED WHEN

YOU TAKE THE SEXISM OUT OF SEX?

ANSWER:

JUSTICE, COMPASSION,

EMPATHY, AFFECTION, LOVE, LIFE, and JOY

Vampirism is the act of taking, selfishly, through a process of puncturing the body of another human being. To drain the blood.

Dracula is a new narrative of intercourseand the phenomenon associated with it: lust, seduction, penetration, possession, decadence and decay, death. With the creation of a new dimension of carnality for intercourse in literal cannibalism, virginity too takes on a new aspect. Being untouched by carnality now means any earthly existence in which sex is not predation and violence. Sex and slow murder become synonyms: a prescient heralding of the twentieth century three years before it began. -- Andrea Dworkin, Intercourse [source: here]

That's literary analysis, folks. Not "essentialism" or any kind of statement about "male sexuality outside a social context". Get with the program of not being a politically illiterate reader. Understand that you behaving ethically is of service to yourself and the rest of humanity, and that you live a better life in service to others rather than just bleeding people dry, whether by opening a major artery or taking drop by drop over a period (pun intended) of years.

It may be argued: To take someone's life force and leave someone as undead is not an act of humane being. It is an act of vampirism. One may give pleasure in the process. You will find women who want life sucked out of them because life, as it is offered inside patriarchal strictures, may appear to offer very little that is worth living for. Don't mistake a woman's cynicism for adoration. It's usually not all about you, after all.

I will venture to say that, one some levels of one's being, one knows whether one is giving or taking. And one knows when one is giving only in order to take. Ethics are difficult to avoid, if you know where to look for them--in your intentions; in your actions; and in the effects of your actions (intended or not) on other people.

The compassionate task is not only to make love, not war. It is to make sex exist without sexism and racism and heterosexism and consumerism. This is a creative act, not an act of consumption. Consumer culture teaches us to take without caring what the consequences are, on each other, on ecosystems, on the whole of the Earth.

The adherents--literally/figuratively--too attached to patriarchal politically correct sex to question it as a construct, will condemn this task of ethical examination as tyrannical, only because tyranny is the adherents' tool in more ways than they're willing to know or be responsible for.

When corporate pimps are your sex ed teachers, what you learn to do is make seduction and possession your practice, not sharing and peace-making. What you learn is to desire affect without affection; sensation without feeling.

The erotic has often been misnamed by men and used against women. It has been made into the confused, the trivial, the psychotic, the plasticized sensation. For this reason, we have often turned away from the exploration and consideration of the erotic as a source of power and information, confusing it with its opposite, the pornographic. But pornography is a direct denial of the power of the erotic, for it represents the suppression of true feeling. Pornography emphasizes sensation without feeling. -- Audre Lorde, "The Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power", in Sister Outsider [source: here]

Lorde also states: "The erotic is a resource within each of us that lies in a deeply female and spiritual plane, firmly rooted in the power of our unexpressed or unrecognized feeling." This isn't "essentialism" either, if you understand female to mean "human" and the feelings and power she's discussing existing in actual times and places.

What is above and below will be critiqued as "anti-sex" only by het men who con/fuse sex with sexism. For het men who really want to know freedom from patriarchal imperatives about what you've been told to do with your dick since a boy finding his first pornography, read on, listen, be open, and learn from DZAtal.

This is a cross post from *here*. DZA is a straight man who gets it because he's willing to drop ego rather than drop trou and benefit from the consequences of being maturely profeminist instead of a perpetual patriarchal adolescent.

Massified monoculture hypno-images, the naked lust of the consumer. Poison it is, from start to finish. There is no escape from the imprinting power of the screen, no hip ironic glance, no post-post-modern sneer that can dispel the power of machine programming.

The only solution is to turn it off.

That’s it. Just turn it off. Poison it is, poison we all sense it to be; so stop taking it in.

Escape from the videomind prison is a must, if we have any aspirations of liberation from the imaginal constraints that industrial mega robot culture has plugged into us.

In the videomind culture, to refuse the screen is a radical act. I refuse to participate in the destruction of my humanity, by having corporate entities repackage life into product and tell us what we are. Hollywood dream factories produce nothing that does not insult, that does not degrade, that does not infect. I refuse it all.

Picture if you will, and it won’t be hard, a human crouched over an electronic device, oblivious to the three-dimensional living breathing stinking touching world around them, obsessively punching away at buttons. Text your way into oblivion today!

I refuse.

PornoRapeMurderCulture, begone from my mind. Already there are few places I can walk in “civilization” (ha!) without undergoing your assault. I refuse to volunteer for it.

Keep your games, your toys, your wack entertainment culture. Childhood should have ended before age 10, now it lasts indefinitely, a country of well-schooled permanent children, with all the dysfunction it entails.

At the temple we make our own entertainment.

And as for this sex, this intercourse, this that men define, this that defines men, this domination, this cruelty, this apathy, this rape, this “but she likes it,” I refuse. I define my humanity through relationships and creativity, through compassion and dreams.

And for this, a label? “Ascetic?” Only in relation to the matrix, and here I am in opposition to it, so bring on the label. Neo Ascetic, minus Keanu Reeves.

As for these senses, these I indulge, I love, I embrace. Show me the beauty of green and growth and deserts and change. Let me hear music touched by the spirit, voices unheard. Bring me every scent, both vile and caressing. Taste the subtleties, the food, the sweat. Loving earth and sun, I touch it all. This is the sacred eros of my temple.